Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Steps to Perfection

Rugged like Rwanda, don't up far or get chopped up
to rush the spot like baby urine get mopped up
Tags that spray hall with rap aerosol
Organized lectures in can control

Or level with the devil racing uptown first to Apache
I'm too much for any demon style to master me
From the thought's next bridge to the gate, lyrically detonating
Sparking M-80's and bottle rockets it's a chaser

Downtown graffiti a heroin debaser
Open up your eyes and out your nature
open like the grand canyon
Emcees hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon

Searching for my style like
Coming home on work release at the rap store
But sabotaging me ain't
I'm like Nathan Wind starring as Cochise

With a big baseball bat you get robbed like
A sandwich ain't nothing but a hero
a small sample of the abstract
When the rhyme gets hot and lyrics don't know how to act

Whether shooting or wax
I go all out and attack crabs and herbs that's crazy
We all be pimps, and we all can't rap
You got to get your dollars on cause it's on that

Here's I want you to do
Niggas the green Axe and burgundy Forerunner
Inhuman like Blade
When I'm rhyming all just listen to the drummer

Transistor feedback freak the impeders
flow we expose frequencies in sequence
Napalm gets dropped long range fiber optics
Check the activity your skills is microscopic

Peace to my and my nigga El-P
Who's here to spark it causing all crabs to flee

Check it and I inflict it quattro fifty lungs misty
Color me Maxmillian I'm that crazy robot
Teetering on the edge of space
Spitting buckshots till black holes me, you found me

As far as I'm concerned, I've got your in an urn
Big up, the temperamental hold barred kid
What's your confunction? Tracks is dusty
Drinking water out the well of life and I'ma piss it rusty

Flesh and phonics, god damned right
I'm on 'em aorta pacemakers hooked up to clappers
Clap off, welcome to my form jubilee, look at me
The witness to the you wanna be

DBA lyrical P known as a simp and I'm a
Feeding on fats and dipped
In and out of my invisible
Forerunner rep

Wrecks like bust mechanical
Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an
a head up
What bitch you're shadows

Look out my way you pull breath out to battle
Breaking your double helix, and now the is single
Not mono, I burn the needle out your
the third gunner on the grassy knoll

Stroll, keep the seventh seal of in my pocket
You're faggot like sprockets, motherfuck the Houston
I'm so of recycled metaphors
Bet but I'd fuck Laura Ingalls only when done with her chores

Got tip toeing on a Highway to Heaven
Got manners like Bruce Banner when he's
I'm sick of corny beats and your crowd-involved hooks
I'm a thinker, evil anus letting off stinkers

8 to perfection
The sum of each forms an octagon
Let styles get sparked

8 steps to
The sum of each forms an octagon
Where rhyme get sparked

The holy terror, last moves you won't win
taps on a violin
You can never the rhyme origin
I rate one like a Chinese, like a chin

Hot corduroy, Bally's that's so fitted
Niggas came and out my tracks and left 'em shitted
Fuck the movement, lubricate the shit
to letcha know, never do I use it

Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto in my cipher
Shorty the sniper Jeep Cherokee
I take aim handling wall to wall emcees
Mr. attract lyrics like magnets

They fuck up speaking cavernous when I'm it
Like the Juice, then go busting loose
That's my word, you couldn't shoot or try to the math
To kick any type like the vandal

I manhandle, get murdered like Tennessee
Or trapped in the bedroom with the Chainsaw Massacre'
One two three, Taking of Pelham'
underground New York be the dwelling

I keep 'em the state of the mind be the mentals
If you up in the ghetto you murder in a temple